Michael W Noland

Michael W Noland Mar 2013

Its a fragile balancing act, to stay on track, with all these attractions detracting from my distractions impact, on the blurring depictions of pictures burned in fictions past.

Michael W Noland Mar 2013

Rude lady meets ruder guy

She was bad ***, fat ***, roller derby girl, consuming everything, even her world.

Michael W Noland Mar 2013

Sad String

My guitar, its missing a string, that randomly plings while i'm sleeping, and so I'll wake, and play, until we weaken back to sleep.

Michael W Noland Mar 2013

I hear its bliss

I wrote a note in coke that spoke to my morning self, but blew it, never knew of it, and moved right through it unscathed.

Michael W Noland Mar 2013

Candy Hands

It was the candy kids who danced regardless of the weather, and i am better to have watched them die up there, so very close to the sky.

Michael W Noland Mar 2013

Triangular circles

I see circles defined by squares in cyphers deciphered from tongues gone silent, patiently waiting for the next man to hear.

Michael W Noland Mar 2013

Single Serving

We bantered of finer flings, as we toasted with our moistened teeth, but had seen better rings on stronger trees, swaying in the breeze of the oncoming traffic.